A middle-aged man in a black Taoist robe slowly walked in front of the two, oblivious to their existence. They were all smiles, clearly unworried about the death of the Jiaolong.
"Perhaps it's for the best that this obstinate creature died. It saves me some effort."
"You!"
Han Ye never thought he could utter such words. He initially thought this Jiaolong and the Taoist were in cahoots. However, based on his observations, this was not the case, and there seemed to be more to the story.
"Step aside, you are no match for him."
The usually cheerful countenance of Chu Xianyu became unusually solemn as she stood in front of Han Ye.
Huh?
This action touched Han Ye somewhat, but it also pricked his pride.
A grown man, needing to be protected by a woman.
Even if the woman in question is powerful, he still felt a sting to his dignity.
"Miss Chu, are you no longer mad?"
"This is not the time for that."
Chu Xianyu turned her head and said solemnly.
